Undoubtedly, trees are the best poems that the earth writes on the vast pale vellum overhead. The unspoken words of mankind which are lost in ellipses are captured in the secure punctuated brackets of the leaves. A cool breeze ruffles the semi colon strings of thoughts on the branches, and pleasant metrical verses wrapped in verdant ecstasy sway towards eager ears resting underneath. With poetry so beautiful, one gets easily charmed. He listens to the words whispered by the tens of thousands of shades of leaves. He forgets all his worries for the briefest instant, and enjoys the rhythm of life.
(Inspired by a Kahlil Gibran quote.)